Yes ... we finally got back from our Puncak Survey!! It was a great time. There were 5 of us, Irfan, Caca, Relyan, Hanif, and me. We went on Caca's car, got to Ma'am Gerda's villa, took notes on special landscapes and pictured the event with all of the stuff in location. We’ve made ourselves pretty useful then. After that, we went for a lunch on KFC. There was a kid's birthday party, with their mothers assembling together and made such a loud, cracking noise!! I cant believe those distortion of sounds ... I don’t wanna be that kind of mother when I grow up. I don’t want my voice to be squeaking in high notes, or (somehow it sounds like) quacking when I laugh, like they did.

Had enough with the mothers incidents, we drove back to Jakarta. On our way, I asked mom to pick me up and she told me to wait at Hanif's house. This is where the weirdest thing happened. When I told Hanif that I’ll be picked up at his house, he went kinda gawky. He said: "oh ... umm, ok, I guess.. But I don’t know when my dad'll arrive." umm.. Duh ... does it somehow ring a bell? Nope!

So I asked Irfan, apparently Hanif's dad was one of the kinds who don’t like to come back home and find there's his son's girlfriend in the house. Now ... finally, it rings a bell!!

I got paranoid! And started to sms mom, and guess what ... she laughed at me! arghhh!! I never got trapped in a situation where you can’t stay and wait at one of your friend’s house, just because you’re a girl.. And that means you shouldn't stay and wait there. ARRGGHHHH!!! That’s new!! Irfan said. It’s because his family is still a strict Arabian family. Oh boy!! I have Arabian friends and their parents don’t mind me to just stay to be picked up or anything.

If I were to be a parent, I’ll let all of my children's friends to stay at my house. At least, I can tell generally from the one's that's transiting, what kind of friends that my children has. For me.. Knowing your kid's friends thoroughly, male or female is a good thing. To create a bond is somehow not a taboo thought. Moreover, for me ... it's the manner of being a good hostess.

Many things happened yesterday ... lead me to think about what kind of parent I’d be. I wonder...